Look to center of our mother,
plastic chokes the life of nature.
plant me some imperfect flowers.
ones to nourish bees and laughter.
enjoy colours, scent thereafter.
sun's sweet kiss and children's patter.
grass through toes, safe lovely nurture.
capture it, feed child's vague future.
Friday, December 11, 2009
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